NovaCorp Tower – Adams' Office
The skyline of NovaCity stretched endlessly beyond the massive glass windows of Adams' office. Neon billboards flickered, the hum of hovercars filling the air outside. But inside, it was silent. Just the soft glow of holographic screens, the occasional beep of notifications, and the quiet, rhythmic tapping of Adams' fingers against his desk.
He leaned back in his chair, eyes locked on the floating display in front of him. The replay of the fight played out in sharp, high-definition clarity—Jack's black lightning tearing through the battlefield, Elamenor's wild, unrelenting assault, Arianna's precise spellwork.
And then there was Kieran.
Adams' fingers stopped tapping. He tilted his head slightly, watching the way Kieran moved in the game. The hesitation, the sheer frustration in his expression when he realized the gap between him and the top five. But underneath it, that flicker of excitement. That hunger.
A slow grin spread across Adams' face.
